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Unformatted text preview: The complements to Chapters 20 and 21 are these two lyric statements by Beloved, whose sensibilities and speech revert to babyhood, thus denying her the logic and expression appropriate to her adult body. As she explains, "how can I say things that are pictures." On "the little hill of dead people," she is troubled by "a hot thing"; the sensory impression Beloved describes represents Sethe's determined spirit, which wills her daughter back to earth. Still impelled by the bond to motherly love, Beloved insists, "I cannot lose her again." The horror of decay and of merging with the elements blends with Beloved's alienation. She mourns, "there is no one to want me----to say me my name." Morrison employs nonstandard spacing and syntax to probe the mind of the dead child: "again again----night day----night day----I am waiting----no iron circle is around my neck." So strong is "again again----night day----night day----I am waiting----no iron circle is around my neck....
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- Fall '09
- Beloved, hot thing, — Sethe, murky race memory